RR Nina Beckett - Chapter 7

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Reduction & Relocation: Nina Beckett

Chapter 7 - Shattering Expectations

[February 01, 2010]

David massaged his calves from inside the cramped toe ring, the sore muscles still pulsing from all the walking he’d done to type that message to Dr. Bexley.  At least most of the foot aroma was gone. He decided not to resist this time when instructed to enter the jewel. Surely she would have forced him into the decorative toe ring just as she had previously.   Maybe going along with the flow would be better. Honestly, it's not as if protesting would make any difference at this size. In most cases, they probably wouldn’t even be able to tell.  “Let’s go see Katie, sound good?”

She didn’t wait for an answer but David felt strangely honored all the same.  He’d noticed that the doctors never used first names when referring to each other around the interns.  And here Dr. Bexley was, saying they were going to go see Katie.  

Not Dr. Walker.  

Katie.

Did that mean he held a higher station at RR Labs than the interns?  Did it mean that she liked him more than the interns? It only felt right, then, for him to think of her as ‘Alexandria’ instead of ‘Dr. Bexley’. 

Or just Alex.

It was thoughts like those that kept little David going–that kept him distracted from his surroundings. As diligent as Dr. Bexley might have thought she’d been with cleaning the toe ring, it wasn’t diligent enough. Once the jewel had sealed him inside, David could still detect the faint but persistent odor of Dr. Becotte’s foot.

‘Could be worse…’ David thought, his miniature frame nestled in the hollow jewel.  ‘At least they’re only really using it to transport me...at least they’re not throwing it around, or losing it or…good lord…putting it on.’ 

The thought literally sent a deathly chill down his tiny, curved spine almost worse than the fear of more atmosphere and drop tests.  In the dim pink-tinted confines of the jewel, David’s mind conjured up vivid images of Dr. Becotte returning for what she lent out, wiggling her pedicured toes out of her socks, beckoning for him to join them in the privacy of her pristine white sock.  As someone who had not even an inkling of an interest in feet, the thought of being surrounded by her toes horrified and humiliated David.  The worst part: her feet didn’t even really smell bad!  Imagine if it were someone else wearing him that didn’t take such good, obsessive care of her feet like Dr. Becotte seemed to.  Despite some pretty uncomfortable and even painful tests over the past few days, David was at least grateful he didn’t have to worry about decorating a woman’s foot or having to suppress the urge to vomit from the rollercoaster ride of simple footsteps.  

“This really is remarkable.” Dr. Walker said, staring down at the toe ring. It was rather humiliating, having two pretty girls stare down at you, naked and crammed up in a tiny little cage like a tiny little animal.  David wondered if the busty brunette could even see him inside the jewel.  

‘As thick as those huge, ugly glasses are…she should be able to see this…’ David thought, holding up his middle finger. But then fear got the better of him, irrational as it may be, and he quickly lowered his hand just in case she actually could see it.

“Did you have a chance to go through the reduction outputs from The RTD?” Dr. Bexley sat across from Dr. Walker’s desk. Her small hands encircled the morning cup of coffee, pulling the heat into her palms and fingers as she raised it to sip.

“I did…” Dr. Walker replied, “...Rose and I reviewed several thousand lines from the output data.  So far, the genetic reticulation figures are eight standard deviations from the mean.”

Dr. Bexley sputtered on her coffee.  Had her chest not been so large and protruded so far from her otherwise slight frame, the light brown splatter might have cleared her chest and harmlessly hit the ground.  “Eight?!” she said in disbelief, her large breasts swaying with the rhythm of her napkin work. “Are you sure you read it right? Exported correctly?”

“Oh, we triple-checked.” Dr. Walker said, carefully lifting the toe ring to peer inside.  David trembled as he soared through the air, up and toward the brunette doctor’s pretty, chocolate brown eye.  It was the first but surely not last time he’d feel grateful for the protection that the toe ring granted him…for if that pink jewel were not separating him from the brilliant doctor, he feared what would happen.  Staring back into her single, soulless brown eye, David made the stunning observation that the dark pupil surrounded by a chocolate-cherry iris flecked with gold and amber, was large enough to swallow him.

“Unbelievable, Katie.  How did this happen?” Dr. Bexley said, leaning in to look at David as well.

“Well, we’re much more confident that the lotion played an important role here.  Now, when it comes to replicating the conditions and repeating the outcomes, we still don’t know all the details but we’re looking at a few possibilities.”

The two goddesses stared at David for a few more moments in silence, and he could practically feel the combined brainpower of the gifted doctors working in overdrive.  

Dr. Walker broke the silence. “Not much else we can assess without getting a full picture of the Reduction Therapy session records.  I’m going to continue reviewing with Rose.”

“Okay..” Dr. Bexley held out her hand to take the toe ring back from Dr. Walker.  David’s stomach lurched as he twisted and rotated freely within the raven-haired beauty’s palm and the lights went out when her fingers closed over him. He was much happier to be away from Dr. Walker and back in Dr. Bexley’s hand. 

“I’m going to run some tests on David and get some samples.”

Before Dr. Bexley’s fingers caged him and his sparkly pink prison within her soft palm, Dr. Walker’s eye twitched and her expression soured.  Her raven-haired partner didn’t see it but David did.

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“Wow, he’s so small!” Jenna said, pressing a hand against her heart with thick, red lips agape. “Do we even have a kit that will work on one so little?”

“So there are more of ‘them’?” David shouted through the protective pink lens. “More of us?”

Ironically enough, David found himself cowering in fear as Dr. Bexley unscrewed the pink gem that secured him to Dr. Becotte’s toe ring. As much as he despised being surrounded by the scent of Dr. Becotte’s foot, he found himself preferring it to yet another amused intern, eyes wide and lips curled. If he’d learned anything in the past half a week at RR Labs, girls were not to be trusted…least of all the pretty ones.

“I think we’re going to have to make it work with what we have, Jenna.” 

He’d heard enough in Dr. Walker’s office and the RR interns’ office down the hallway to know what was going to happen now.

“Are you sure? Cause I think he could literally ride one of my eyelashes like a bucking bronco,” Jenna laughed.  “And I’m not even wearing my fake ones today!”

“Well, let’s not try that!” Dr. Bexley chuckled. David raised his hands in weak, brainless, prey-minded resistance as Dr. Bexley’s massive gloved finger gently nudged him off the toe ring’s un-jeweled platform and onto a microscope slide. Without the context and understanding of what had happened to him, he might have thought the slide was an uninstalled skylight panel for a massive city building. 

“Oh, I’m only kidding!” Jenna giggled.  “I think I’d shoot him off into space the first time I blinked.”

This must have been what it felt like to be teased in high school…only about a billion times worse.  Somehow David avoided all that as he was coming up, but he’d never imagined that as an adult he’d be bullied and teased by so many beautiful women. He hated to admit it, in fact his pride argued with him daily, but there were trace droplets of arousal in this ocean of humiliation and pain. Perhaps it was all the attention being paid to him.  Not the best attention, sure, but everyone was so focused on him.  Especially that one intern Brandi, the one with the HUGE ass in the tight gray leggings and braided blonde hair.  His only interactions with her so far were superficial and brief, but she was among the nicest to him, behind only Dr. Bexley.

He never did get to have that ‘onboarding’ session with her that she spoke of in the hallway…it would have been a lot of fun to get some one on one time with her, no doubt.

Dr. Bexley held up a small syringe that looked more like a miniature thumb tack or push pin. “This device was specified and calibrated by Dr. Stanhope for the smallest subject we’ve ever reduced…She picked up a dusty old box from the floor and removed a contraption that looked like an erector set project. “...and he was still much larger than David.” 

“You see…we load the syringe into the mounting device here…” Dr. Bexley instructed Jenna as David watched in fear and trepidation. His heart felt like a monster trying to break free from his cage.

“Go ahead and set him here on this platform..”

David cringed as Jenna’s massive fingers lifted his platform and gently slid him into position in the mounting device.  Under Dr. Bexley’s instruction, Jenna then inserted the thumb-tack syringe into a small flap of plastic attached to a series of small gears.  The scary syringe tip, aimed directly at him, caught a terrifying glimmer off the overhead light fixtures.

“And now we VERY SLOWLY crank the extending arm until it makes contact with the subject’s skin.” Dr. Bexley said matter-of-factly.

Looking down, David recognized his elevation off the linoleum floor  to be similar to his view when he visited the space needle in high school.  An impulsive thought entered his mind.  

Jump. 

Lord knew he’d survive if the “exciting” results of the extended drop-testing he’d been through last week were any indicator.  If he could survive a 20 foot fall directly onto concrete, he could handle this dinky little 4 foot drop.  The problem, however, was his size.  At least in those tests, the intelligent and insightful doctors trained their sophisticated equipment on the drop zone and were able to relocate him with ease (only to pick him up and do it again).  The point was that he fell and was recovered.  

David feared not that he would die from the jump.  He feared that he’d be lost.  Unrecoverable.  Abandoned.  Condemned to a life of living around these gargantuan women.  It would have been worse if they didn’t even know he was there.

There was something else David feared though. He feared that he would be maimed if that sharp needle penetrated him incorrectly. So the trembling man did all that he could do: he winced and waited, trying to predict where the needle would meet his naked body as it began its slow approach toward his quivering, goosebump-ridden skin. 

The tip of the needle contacted him on his right upper thigh.  He waited for the painful sensation of the needle prick but it didn’t come. 

“You can keep cranking,” Dr. Bexley encouraged. “..just go slow.”

“I’m trying.” Jenna said.  Her near-ditzy and pleasant demeanor morphed as her brow wrinkled in concentration.  David felt the pressure of the needle tip against his thigh increasing, and yet there was still no penetration.  Instead, a faint but attention-grabbing pain began to take shape.

Dr. Bexley tried turning the crank handle but it would twist no further. 

“It’s starting to hurt!” David shouted, but the women who controlled him made no effort to hear him.  Dr. Bexley continued to twist the crank handle.  The pressure crescendoed and David was now howling in pain.  He resisted the strong, animalistic urge to reconsider his earlier decision and jump away. The only thing that stopped him was the fear that the existing pressure of the needle tip against his skin would rip him to ribbons as he slid away.

Just as David felt like he was going to faint from the pain, both women gasped as the narrow stem of the tiny needle began to bend under its growing pressure against David’s thigh.

There was a quiet, creaking sound and then–

Ting!

The stem of the needle fractured and then exploded into miniature fragments of powdered glass that fell like salt crystals on an unseasoned meal.

Jenna’s eyes were wide and unblinking. “Dr. Bexley…did he–” Jenna started to say, but Dr. Bexley interrupted her.

“--Yes.   He just broke the needle.” David was trembling like a leaf, clutching his thigh and whimpering in excruciating pain. His eyes trailed up Dr. Bexley’s heaving chest, finally arriving at her surprised, intrigued face.  “Go find Dr. Walker.  Tell her to drop what she’s doing and come here immediately.”

As Jenna ran out of the room to find Dr. Walker, David finally worked up the courage to see what sort of damage the exploding glass had done to his body.  If he kept his leg, he’d consider himself lucky.  As his fingers ran over the exposed, delicate skin of his thigh, he shook his head in disbelief.  “No….there’s no way.”  

When playing Super Heroes growing up, David always picked invisibility. The idea of going undetected was always far more interesting than Indestructibility.  Another one of life’s little ironies, pulled from an endless supply in the back, no doubt.  He wondered what little Donnie Cooper over on 8th Ave would think about this newfound ‘power’ of his.  He might have loved it.  Someone else might have been excited.  Someone else might have even been interested.  David, on the other hand, was mortified.

The feeling of dysphoria was akin to being trapped in someone else’s body.  Trapped in someone else’s skin.  This didn’t feel like home.  This didn’t feel right.

David searched long and hard, inspecting every square millimeter of his exposed thigh–the exposed thigh that the needle had pressed so hard into it literally snapped and exploded. He hoped to find something…anything.

There wasn’t so much as a scratch.

No one said a word as every set of eyes fixated upon David. Dr. Walker chewed her lip in deep contemplation, a gesture reserved only for the most complex and thought-provoking of moments, her arms crossed over her substantial bosom.  “This is getting more and more complicated…”

Dr. Walker looked at her team and spoke calmly. “Jenna? Rose?  Why don’t you two go take an early lunch. Dr. Bexley and I need to discuss our next steps.”

As unpredictable, annoying, and terrifying as most RR Lab interns could be, David didn’t want the young women to leave. What he wanted didn’t matter…he should have known that…even if he had the minimal power required to assert a preference. Being that much more alone with these two women–in particular Dr. Katie Walker–terrified David. They were the reason why he was here.  They were the reason why he was this small.  And now, their feminine, catlike eyes of curiosity and intrigue were doing a better job at piercing his resolve than the miniature syringe did at penetrating his thigh. 

The two doctors waited a few moments to allow enough time for Jenna and Rose to leave the room before speaking. Dr. Walker turned to Dr. Bexley.

“This is incredible, Alex.  I’ve not been this cluelessly stumped in over a decade.  His durability factor is astounding.”

“He seems to be even more durable than Dante.” Dr. Bexley said.

‘Dante? Who’s Dante?’ David thought.

“This non-Viable is an anomaly beyond anything I could have ever calculated or even imagined. Subject-d001 is durable and resilient, of course…but I strongly doubt that his skin could resist the penetration of a needle like this subject can.”  Dr. Walker reached toward David and he responded by crumpling to the ground with a high pitched scream like a dog submitting to the alpha…or its master. Her hand stopped before reaching him, instead picking up a small shard of the glass that had shattered on David’s skin.  The glimmering shard of glass shifted in her fingers and then the busty brunette doctor let out the slightest gasp.  A single droplet of blood pooled at the end of her finger where the broken glass had rubbed.

‘Wow, so she is human…’ David watched a tiny droplet of crimson, purplish blood collect at the tip of her finger.  As it grew too large to sustain its hold on her fingertip, the droplet of blood finally broke contact and fell.  It grew with surprising clarity to David as it drew closer, reminding him that everything in this world was so, so much larger than he was.

It landed with a splatter, the deep crimson, purplish red blood droplet creating several smaller droplets further and further out from the collision site of the droplet. The mini-droplets got smaller and smaller the further out they appeared from the site of the first droplet’s contact, but even the smallest mini-droplet of blood dwarfed little David in comparison.  

Dr. Walker smiled, seemingly unphased by the pain and unaware of how even a droplet of her blood could dominate and emasculate David.  She was focused on a more important discovery.  “I’m not saying he’s as durable as subject-d001.  I’m saying he may be indestructible.”

“Katie…are you saying..”

“I’m saying it, Alex.  We found it.  The anomalous conditional settings of The RTD.  I think this Anomaly carries within him the key to substantially increased durability.  With this information, I think we can improve subject survival rate in high compression scenarios eightfold, easy!”

The gentle curves and contours of both doctors’ soft bodies collided and locked into an affectionate hug.  David felt overwhelmed by emotion: arousal from watching their huge breasts press together but also apprehension and nerves.  Anything that these women would celebrate gave David cause for stress.

”I didn’t want to say this in front of the interns but we NEED a sample, Alex.” David swallowed nervously.  He’d never seen Dr. Walker so excited.  “If we can’t get blood from The Anomaly, it’ll have to be a specimen sample.”

“Right!” Dr. Bexley concurred emphatically.

“Is Taylor available?  Tell her that it’s of the utmost importance that we start analysis immediately.”

Dr. Bexley scooped David back into the toe ring and quickly threaded the jewel atop. “I’ll go over to ‘The Third R’ right now.”

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David felt like he was starting to get used to the way he jostled within the hollow pink jewel of Dr. Becotte’s toe ring.  What he didn’t like was being in complete darkness.  

He could hear the laboratory humming with a gentle whir of machinery as Dr. Bexley crossed into a new area.  Even in her palm he could feel a stark difference in pressure as a huge door latched shut behind his prison escort. Her palm opened up to reveal his surroundings.  They were in yet another lab David didn’t recognize.  The equipment looked more scientific and flashy than the other spaces.  Much more advanced.  Much more scary.

“Hey, Tay-Tay.” Dr. Bexley chimed.

Dr. Becotte looked up from her desk. Atop it sat her notebook, opened to a nearly full page of formulas and chemical reaction sketches.  Next to the notebook was a small beaker filled with white liquid. The last thing there had her full attention–at least before Dr. Bexley walked in.  A tiny, restrained little man.  He was much bigger than David, perhaps even a full 2 inches tall.  Despite how much larger he was than David, he was nothing compared to Dr. Taylor Becotte, who gently scooped him up and dropped him into the beaker.  The thick white liquid splashed up and clung to the clear walls of the beaker but it wasn’t so thick a fluid that it stuck there.  All of it slowly receded back into the clear container where the 2 inch tall man was trying to stay afloat. 

“Are you…disposing of him?” Dr. Bexley asked.

Dr. Becotte looked down at the subject that had since found his rhythm and was now treading in the thick, creamy white fluid, although his head occasionally dipped under the surface.  “No, feeding him. What’s up?”

With a flick of her wrist, far too insensitive for David’s weak but hardening stomach to gracefully tolerate, Dr. Bexley presented Dr. Becotte’s toe ring.

“Oh, thanks.” Dr. Becotte murmured, distractedly accepting the toe ring and stuffing it into her breast pocket.

David caught a glimpse of the beautiful blonde’s eyes, not even looking at him or the toe ring, right before he tumbled down, the thin layer of her cotton pocket on one side and the thick, cushiony breast on the other.  The lights mostly went out due to his position pressed against her breast but he welcomed the scent floating into the jewel of the toe ring.  He’d welcome that fragrant, fruity essence of Dr. Becotte’s body lotion and perfume over the scent of her feet any day.

“No, wait,” Dr. Bexley laughed, “David’s still in there.  

With a mirthful smile, Dr. Becotte retrieved the ring. “Oh, well what did you need?”

“I need a specimen sample.”

Dr. Becotte raised one of her eyebrows.  “Oh?”

“We tried taking a blood sample but it didn’t work.”

“What do you mean it didn’t work?”

“I mean the needle broke.”

“What?!” Dr. Becotte said in disbelief.

“I know…so Katie suggested we get a specimen sample.  Are you free?”

Dr. Becotte looked back down at the tiny man in the thick, creamy white liquid.  “Hmm…I was going to monitor his vitals and status immediately after this feeding but this seems more important.”  David watched the tiny treading man become frantic as Dr. Becotte picked up the beaker.  The white liquid inside sloshed and splashed against the edge, some of it almost flipping up out over the lip and spilling on the ground.  She set the beaker down in an adjacent filing cabinet and slowly shut the drawer. 

“Let’s try to make it quick.”

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